<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734</id><updated>2011-08-16T03:07:55.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough IS enough</title><subtitle type='html'>the time has come to move forward.  the time has come to dream again.  the time has come to believe in the power of love.  the time has come and this page is dedicated to remembering that the 'time' is now!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116831814136503737</id><published>2007-01-08T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:49:01.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dance of the dissident daughter</title><summary type='text'>this is the title of a book presently changin my life.  it is by sue monk kidd. for any woman looking for a new book, on a spiritual journey, or desiring a more intimate connection with HerSelf, check out this book!!tonight's quote?  "still i rise"stilli rise...(from the word's of maya angelou)how many times have you felt like tossing in the towel?  falling in line?  just being quiet to satisfy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116831814136503737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116831814136503737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116831814136503737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116831814136503737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/dance-of-dissident-daughter.html' title='the dance of the dissident daughter'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116641052149435955</id><published>2006-12-17T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:55:21.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new recipe</title><summary type='text'>the time came...for a new recipe.  i find myself wanting to cook better things for myself.  in such a case, my old cookbooks from small towns and old high schools don't always do the trick of providing appropriate recipes (especially if that means using vegetarian-ish and easy-on-the-white-sugar).what to do?  seek new horizons or resources!  thank goodness one of my professors was willing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116641052149435955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116641052149435955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116641052149435955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116641052149435955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-recipe.html' title='a new recipe'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116623978434551804</id><published>2006-12-15T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:29:44.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>carpool</title><summary type='text'>where did that word even originate?  all i know is that, in my opinion, carpooling is a lost art.last night three friends and i re-igniting those pre-teen memories of carpooling (picking up the other people you would have been meeting up with instead of just meeting them 'there').  in fact, because we carpooled to el aguila, i was able to get to know a new side of my friends, introduce them to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116623978434551804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116623978434551804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116623978434551804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116623978434551804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/12/carpool.html' title='carpool'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116606790792473482</id><published>2006-12-13T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:45:07.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"would you light my candle?"</title><summary type='text'>so many insights and revelations lately.  so many...thank goodness for my willingness to listen and for the soul-ears of those who help me digest such fine soul food.  :)in other words, i have realized that the world and all its people, does not need nor rely on me for validation.  greatness, confidence, comfort, acceptance are ready for the 'taking.'  these beautiful qualities of life do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116606790792473482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116606790792473482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116606790792473482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116606790792473482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/12/would-you-light-my-candle.html' title='&quot;would you light my candle?&quot;'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116498400638124237</id><published>2006-12-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T06:40:06.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>detach and move on.</title><summary type='text'>the time has come...to detach with love from the things, people, and places that i cannot control or change.  i used to think loving was feeling what other people felt, being in their shoes, etc.  now, thanks to some wise friends, i am realizing love is about me, too.  i can love me as much as i love my family and friends.  and the difference this reveals is in the actions i show towards others </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116498400638124237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116498400638124237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116498400638124237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116498400638124237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/12/detach-and-move-on.html' title='detach and move on.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116226698206619812</id><published>2006-10-30T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:56:22.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude.</title><summary type='text'>c'mon.  tis time to 'give it up' for what's good....honored priorities (aka really doing what you know is important to do).eating foods delectable in texture, too.regular bowel movements.a heated home.excitement about my research paper on leadership.dear friends with whom i can genuinely connect with.precious family members.grace to change.that 70's show.acceptance.laughter when it is needed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116226698206619812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116226698206619812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116226698206619812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116226698206619812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/gratitude.html' title='gratitude.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116209928954133306</id><published>2006-10-28T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:21:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to share.</title><summary type='text'>then, just do it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116209928954133306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116209928954133306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116209928954133306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116209928954133306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/learn-to-share.html' title='learn to share.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116183177229591622</id><published>2006-10-25T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:02:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>questions.</title><summary type='text'>got questions?i do.  i think i always will.  questions are like the breath in a life worth really living.lately i have been asking, and allowing myself to really hear, some tough questions.  they have been 'tough' in that they deal with beliefs i hold dear, people i hold dear or characteristics of my personality i hold dear.  so in asking the question (and truly being open to the answer) i risk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116183177229591622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116183177229591622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116183177229591622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116183177229591622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/questions.html' title='questions.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116131317526226888</id><published>2006-10-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:59:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just breathe.</title><summary type='text'>may you breathe into your most challenging decisions.  may you embrace yourself, your growth and your possiblities with gentle acceptance.  may you allow the potential of all those who surround you, love you, care about you, or interact with you, to shine.  may you risk thinking the absolute best about yourself, your neighbor and those you love most.  may you find deep peace amidst the ambiguity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116131317526226888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116131317526226888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116131317526226888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116131317526226888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-breathe.html' title='just breathe.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116123329582359723</id><published>2006-10-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:48:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in good company.</title><summary type='text'>tonight, and throughout most of today, i kept good company.  i can't help but think how this fact has been helped by my own willingness to keep better company with and within myself.i toasted to wellness tonight in the midst of friends...to the wellness that already exists in our lives.  perhaps it is wellness in relationships, exercise, habits of happiness, good study habits, asking for help, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116123329582359723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116123329582359723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116123329582359723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116123329582359723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-good-company.html' title='in good company.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116113731980572978</id><published>2006-10-17T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:08:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intermission.</title><summary type='text'>according to dictionary.com an intermission is:"...a period during which action temporarily ceases; an interval between periods of action or activity: They studied for hours without an intermission."here's to all the intermissions we choose to take or make that allow us to return to our actions and activities with a greater sense of self, purpose and awareness.tonight's intention for you:  may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116113731980572978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116113731980572978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116113731980572978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116113731980572978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/intermission.html' title='intermission.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116070875989924543</id><published>2006-10-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:05:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>priorities.</title><summary type='text'>ever felt like you are invited to engage in too many things, activities, relationships?  i have or sometimes i still do.today, after being invited to do something i love (play volleyball), studying for a chemistry exam, having lunch with my dear and precious cuz, and taking a management exam, i called a mentor-friend to discuss a new way of looking at making decisions. there had to be a better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116070875989924543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116070875989924543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116070875989924543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116070875989924543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/priorities.html' title='priorities.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116062566066738279</id><published>2006-10-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:01:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>partnerships.</title><summary type='text'>ever considered the potential power a partnership can hold, foster and create?consider it now if you've never done it before.  granted, the most we can come forward as is a human being, filled with irony of wanting the best yet being prone to simply learning through mistakes, too.  but truthfully, what is it that devoting time to a partnership (or partnerships as they can also occur with a job, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116062566066738279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116062566066738279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116062566066738279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116062566066738279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/partnerships.html' title='partnerships.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116053787297867691</id><published>2006-10-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:37:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overflow.</title><summary type='text'>besides the all-too-common-busyness, where is your life overflowing?  or, perhaps, you are not busy...where is your life overflowing anyway?do creative ideas flock to you?money?easy naps?compliments?ideas for improvement?good books?athleticism?fulfilling opportunities for work, leisure, play?supportive relationships?honesty?a willingness to do what really works?acceptance and gentleness?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116053787297867691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116053787297867691' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116053787297867691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116053787297867691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/overflow.html' title='overflow.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116035990438184268</id><published>2006-10-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:11:44.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a God box?</title><summary type='text'>yep.  a wise friend recommended i begin utilizing a "God box".  no, the idea is not to put God into a box.  (how silly would that be?  who does that?)  instead, the idea is to take a box that is meaningful to you (from a cigar box, shoe box, wooden box or even a cereal box, but preferably nothing like a coffin or refrigerator box) and transform it into a somewhat-message-center.  here's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116035990438184268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116035990438184268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116035990438184268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116035990438184268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-box.html' title='a God box?'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-116028440929195108</id><published>2006-10-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:13:29.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>returning home.</title><summary type='text'>how ironic is humanity?  that word, humanity, must just be another word for 'ironic.'  why am i saying this?  let me tell you.after being asked if or why i was no longer blogging by at least three different people within a month, i decided to really let the question settle in.  i had just let it, blogging, go. i stopped making it a priority.  no need to fuss over it, but what does deserve extra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116028440929195108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=116028440929195108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116028440929195108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/116028440929195108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/returning-home.html' title='returning home.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115622082927114841</id><published>2006-08-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:27:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the new attitude!</title><summary type='text'>how corny does that sound?c'mon, even i think it sounds a bit cornball-ish.  however, there is truth in it.  recently i have been challenged (and accepted the challenge) of changing my attitude.  as i begin a new school and new relationships it is time for the past to be fertilized and recycled into something new, serving and beautiful.instead of pity, here comes gratitude and reaching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115622082927114841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>authentic self.</title><summary type='text'>today's blog is dedicated to being my authentic self from this moment forward.  this means believing in the best for and with others, in each siutation and of myself.  this means being truthful, accepting and humble.  this means finding and living from a joy that eminates from that state of being which only knows authenticity, a childlikeness.  today i really experienced moments of this and i now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115578763554855665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115578763554855665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115578763554855665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115578763554855665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/08/authentic-self.html' title='authentic self.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115561216881446073</id><published>2006-08-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:22:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>options of bliss.</title><summary type='text'>here are a few gateways to bliss i have either encountered or will soon encounter...soft kisseswords to savorgenuine compliments, given or receivedgenuine listening, questioning and connectingpartnering up with a real gembeing true to myself (following my gut and speaking my truth with confidence and humility if necessary)an intense workout, laced with sweata homecooked quesadilla on a tomato </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115561216881446073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115561216881446073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115561216881446073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115561216881446073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/08/options-of-bliss.html' title='options of bliss.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115519215645215645</id><published>2006-08-09T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:42:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two words.</title><summary type='text'>good.  night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115519215645215645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115519215645215645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115519215645215645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115519215645215645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-words.html' title='two words.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115509405347296685</id><published>2006-08-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:27:33.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the universe.</title><summary type='text'>what if, just what if, all the power, strength and flow assembled and bubbling in the universe, bubbles within each of us?what would you do with it (the power, strength and flow)?would you be scared?  (cuz, at first this seems a bit scary to me)  if so, how would you face or conquer the fear?my prayer for you tonight:may you truly embrace the power that you possess and are, the power to create </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115509405347296685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115509405347296685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115509405347296685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115509405347296685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/08/universe.html' title='the universe.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115500887941068415</id><published>2006-08-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:48:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one step at a time.  baby steps.</title><summary type='text'>i just returned from a roadtrip and backpacking trip, topped with a rafting trip in both wyoming and colorado.  these little legs mounted the snowy range peak and these precious arms have weaved the rapids of the peuter river.among the many lessons learned, one of the most beautiful is the lesson to take baby steps, especially in the midst of steep inclines.  in more 'everyday' terms:  when i am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115500887941068415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115500887941068415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115500887941068415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115500887941068415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-step-at-time-baby-steps.html' title='one step at a time.  baby steps.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115432695436331787</id><published>2006-07-30T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:22:34.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the results are in.</title><summary type='text'>i said i'd report on a few results in previous blogs, so here is my follow thru.the garage sale/loving the day:the garage sale was stellar.  after waking up an hour late, i remember the mantra i promised myself to try (i love today).  i took a few deep breaths, made my gratitude list and went forth with first things first.  little by little, the day showed me love.  my mom helped out, neighbor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115432695436331787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115432695436331787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115432695436331787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115432695436331787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/results-are-in.html' title='the results are in.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115432639521253850</id><published>2006-07-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:13:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ruthless</title><summary type='text'>ruthless:  to go forth fearlessly.  a long time friend, recently re-acquainted, has introduced me to this word.  it's not that i've never heard the word before, i just never really put it into context.ever thought of yourself as ruthless?  it's ok.  consider daydreaming yourself as being ruthless ...in your work, play, friendships, love life, service, family, etc.it can be an utterly positive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115432639521253850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115432639521253850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115432639521253850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115432639521253850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/ruthless.html' title='ruthless'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115414224782730777</id><published>2006-07-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:04:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow, tomorrow...</title><summary type='text'>i love ya, tomorrow...yeah, let's try it.  when i say "it", i mean, to wake up and experiment with what it feels like to love the day.  as i begin tomorrow, at 4 am with our garage sale, i'll do it, think it and believe it.  if you're in the neighborhood, stop by and rummage through the love (wink).results to be reported later.  good night moon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115414224782730777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115414224782730777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115414224782730777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115414224782730777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/tomorrow-tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow, tomorrow...'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115406259719139200</id><published>2006-07-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:56:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power in relationships.</title><summary type='text'>more and more i realize and value the power of relationships.  today my aunt and uncle sat with me, chatted, discussed and stirred the pot of wisdom with me.  i sought their experience and wisdom with the intention of moving into a new experience of life.  it was an honor to be present to my desire to listen, to their company and to the humor we shared.after sharing, listening and laughing, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115406259719139200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115406259719139200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115406259719139200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115406259719139200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-in-relationships.html' title='the power in relationships.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115397058259862637</id><published>2006-07-26T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:23:02.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grati-tude</title><summary type='text'>has anyone else been experiencing quite a bit of change?has anyone else considered how much this change is moving us, potentially, to a more beautiful place (within)?to be truthful, i am now seeing not only the beauty and potential for positive growth in how i think, communicate and act, but also the future ramifications and ease that my current circumstances and how i handle them, can bring.when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115397058259862637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115397058259862637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115397058259862637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115397058259862637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/grati-tude.html' title='grati-tude'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115386546947630429</id><published>2006-07-25T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:11:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing pains.</title><summary type='text'>a few days back a friend was telling me how he would wake up some mornings feeling achy.  it was during the time period his bones were going nutz...growth spurts were occurring.  the growth was literally, a small pain.today i sensed the same thing, emotionally.  my bones are well stretched and now my emotions strive to catch up.  after a conversation, and genuinely listening, i felt hurt, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115386546947630429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115386546947630429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115386546947630429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115386546947630429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/growing-pains.html' title='growing pains.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115372067407861900</id><published>2006-07-23T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:57:54.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumble-iya</title><summary type='text'>no more boxes, please.i say this referencing all the tendencies to put myself, others or situations into predictable 'boxes.'  please, what i ask for now is a fun experience of life in which each person, including myself, and each situation can present its own potential, whatever that may be, with a surrounding sense of play.today i wept.  writing this, i think clearly of the scripture that said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115372067407861900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115372067407861900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115372067407861900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115372067407861900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/jumble-iya.html' title='jumble-iya'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115355296639267965</id><published>2006-07-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:22:46.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>instead of...</title><summary type='text'>instead of dwelling on the unrest, odd happenings of tonight, i dwell on all i've learned and all it has helped me realize i want, such as friends i genuinely appreciate, acknowledge and enjoy.i could focus on the negatives or the positives, the good desires and possibilities of my life.  it is ultimately my choice, and this choice will affect my life's unfolding.i feel grateful for wisdom fused.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115355296639267965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115355296639267965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115355296639267965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115355296639267965'/><link rel='alternate' 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(cake)what if this is exactly what the Universe/Great Spirit is eagerly yet patiently, excitedly yet calmly, and firmly saying to us?i can only speak for myself when i say, ok, i am getting the message.tonight we had a party to share the company of my cuz who is in town from portland, oregon.  my uncle and i, who were both there, talked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115346345422419920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115346345422419920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115346345422419920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115346345422419920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/perhaps.html' title='perhaps.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115336875346317176</id><published>2006-07-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:12:33.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do one thing every day</title><summary type='text'>that scares you.  who knows who said this?what is it that scares us?  the unknown of the outcome?  rejection?  absolute joy?  bliss?this is part of today's lesson/insight for me.  recently i have started my own business (check out http://Laughter.MyArbonne.com).  this journey, of serving others and offering opportunities, both utilizes and challenges my gifts while reaching out and into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115336875346317176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115336875346317176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115336875346317176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115336875346317176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-one-thing-every-day.html' title='do one thing every day'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115328356318461122</id><published>2006-07-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:32:43.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blooming glass box.</title><summary type='text'>what?could it be?  a glass box that blooms?well, whether you believe it or not, that's what happening with this young woman.  the topic of today:  emotions, the fertilizer.today i realized that i had been living an emotionally 'glass' life.  i lived as if i could survive through a glass box.  this living situation allowed others to see me and me to see them, but it involved little touch, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115328356318461122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115328356318461122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115328356318461122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115328356318461122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/blooming-glass-box.html' title='blooming glass box.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115319433970382752</id><published>2006-07-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:45:39.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give what you want to receive.</title><summary type='text'>yep, that's right.give what you want (to receive).  i think i first heard this concept presented in a book called a course in miracles.  what a unique concept it first appeared to be...until i started trying it!try it next time you find yourself wanting.want to be around happier people?  be a happier person towards another.want to be listened to?  listen to others.want someone to buy you lunch?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115319433970382752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115319433970382752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115319433970382752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115319433970382752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/give-what-you-want-to-receive.html' title='give what you want to receive.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115310567652851542</id><published>2006-07-16T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:07:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fusion.</title><summary type='text'>every felt de-fused?  i have.  in fact, many a moments of my past were filled with dis-ease.  i felt a lack of connection between what i felt, what i thought and/or what i did.now, moving forward, is the time for fusion.  i share those things and ideas which i need most to receive and learn.  so here goes...according to the emotional intelligence activity book, "fusion is putting all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115310567652851542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31193734&amp;postID=115310567652851542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115310567652851542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31193734/posts/default/115310567652851542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://towards-gratitude.blogspot.com/2006/07/fusion.html' title='fusion.'/><author><name>mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906573850663034157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31193734.post-115303327627730370</id><published>2006-07-15T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:01:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'tell me what you want...'</title><summary type='text'>lately, i have hearing or at least have been reminded, that we are always moving towards something, someone, etc.  even if we are not aware of it, our thoughts cause life to provide, whether we realize it or not.if this is unclear, ask questions and we'll begin breaking this down.  or check out tut.so here is tonight's first dedications or questions.  what is it you are moving towards?  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